Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2020 11:30:00 +0000
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: F1 World

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream. Happy reading.

F1 World - Austrian GP

Charles was fuming, that fucking Dutch areshole, how could the stewards not
give him a penalty?! He only made the pass because Max hit him. Charles
composed himself. "And in second place from Monaco, representing Scuderia
Ferrari...CHARLES LE CLERC!" The fans roared and Charles walked out into
the Austrian sunshine, ten thousand beaming faces looking up at him, a
cacophony of noise blasted from the air horns. "And your winner with his
6th grand prix victory, from The Netherlands, representing Red Bull
Racing...MAX VERSTAPPEN! Charles forced a smile but behind his back he hid
his clenched fists, he was so close to his first grand prix victory, 21
years of his life and he still hadn't realised his boyhood dream. "And
now...the CHAMPAGNEEEEEEEEEEEE" Charles grabbed his bottle shook it up and
popped the top off aiming foamy liquid straight at Max's face soaking the
Dutch boy.

Interviews, ugh, interview after interview after interview, "How do you
feel about Max pushing past you to win the race today?" "When will you win
your first race?" on repeat. "Of course I am a little disappointed about
the race, but the team did a great job and I am honoured to finish second
to a great racer like Max." Charles lied, fire raged inside him.

Charles got back to the hotel and went straight back to his room, he didn't
want to go through the usual fanfare of an F1 driver in a hotel bar;
selfie, another selfie, another selfie...no no he went straight to his room
and a mini bar in bed, perfect! He kicked aside his trainers and opened the
fridge; Charles reached in for a bottle of Heineken. He climbed into bed
fully clothed and put on the TV clicking through the channels until he
found something he recognized, Charles drifted off to sleep watching
Talladega Nights after a few beers.

His mobile buzzing Charles woke up, call from an unsaved number, who the
fuck is this he thought to himself, he answered the phone sounding groggy,
"Hello, who is this?" "Hey it's Max, let me in!!!" Let him in, what the
fuck is he talking about, Charles slid out of bed and opened the door to
the sight of Max beaming back at him. "Can I come in?" Charles nodded
somewhat perplexed and pushed the door open allowing Max to enter before
closing it behind him.

"Where were you at the party tonight?" asked Max a clear tone of
disappointment in his voice, "I was hoping to get you a drink." Charles'
defensive front faded, everyone on the grid thought Max was a selfish
dickhead, but he obviously wasn't as selfish as people thought. "You wanted
to get me a drink?" Charles asked, give him a chance to prove he's a
dickhead. "Yeah, to congratulate you on a great race, and drink to many
more in the future." Max responded. Fuck, Charles thought to himself, he
really was being nice. "I'm sorry, I just didn't feel like being sociable
tonight, I'm sure you can understand?" Max gave Charles a little nod and
the pair stood in an awkward silence for a couple of seconds.

Max broke the silence, "Ok, well I'm going to head back to what's left of
the party I guess?" and paused for Charles' response..."Ok" Charles
conceded, "make yourself comfortable, do you want a beer?" he sighed. Max
flashed him a cheeky grin, "I will reimburse you for it." he teased "Ahhh
shut-up" Charles' jaw finally gave up and he smiled weakly. Charles passed
Max a beer and the pair perched on the edge of the bed.

Max took a swig of beer then turned to Charles, "You know I think you're
great Charles, you have a big future in the sport and it sounds like the
fans really love you, I know you will win races soon."  "I hope so Max, and
I really hope we can continue this rivalry as well. I admit that I hate you
so much but you're an amazing racer." Charles replied, Max shot him a dark
look, "You hate me..." Charles sensed the disappointment in Max's
voice. "Oh sort of, I mean on the race track, you did hit me earlier."
Charles responded, he looked back at Max whose face remained
crestfallen. There was a pause then Charles started again, "I'm really
happy you've come to see me now though, I didn't know you had such a caring
side to you." Charles' hand rested on Max's knee as he spoke and his
message seemed to sink in, Max smiled and he put his arm around Charles
pulling him in for an embrace.  A moment's silence passed again, Charles
patted Max's knee, "Thanks for coming to see me Max it means a lot, you
must've been having a good party?" Charles said. "It was ok" Max replied,
"I just wanted to have a quick drink and then chill though, but you know
what the mechanics are like, they will still be partying well into the
night." He chuckled, a smile crept across Charles' face, "How would I know
dickhead?" said Charles sarcastically, "We haven't won a race this season!"
and he squeezed Max's knee giving him a cheeky wink in the process. Max
became conscious of how long Charles' hand had lingered there, Max's hand
gently rubbed Charles' shoulder. "Well I hope next time we have a post race
drink I'm buying it for you as the winner of course." Charles
continued. "Not if I can help it." Max replied, "I will just have to hit
you harder next time then won't I?"  They egged each other on playfully
teasing whilst swigging gulps of beer. Max downed the last drop and went to
put his empty bottle down, Charles held out his hand and Max passed him the
empty bottle, standing up Charles downed the rest of his bottle and went to
put the empties in the bin. "One more?" he asked looking back at his rival,
Max nodded and Charles removed two more cool bottles of beer from the
fridge, popping off the caps he returned to the bed handing the bottle over
to Max. "Thank you." Max smiled, they both took another swig from their
fresh bottles and looked at each other again, neither could think of
anything to say, Charles' mind was racing, why is Max being so nice to me?
Why had Max come away from his party just to comfort me? The cogs in Max's
mind were also turning, why does Charles feel so comfortable holding my
knee? Why was he staring at me in that way?  Without saying a word the gap
between their faces narrowed, Max's heart was hammering faster than an F1
engine piston. Charles' body trembled as every thump of his heart shook his
body, his face tilted to the right, as Max's titled the opposite way. Their
lips united, Charles' stubble tickled Max smooth chin, electricity ran
through them both. Max sucked on Charles' lips while the Monegasque's left
hand pressed on Max's back pushing Max towards him, then Charles pushed Max
away and broke their kiss. "What are we fucking doing?" He asked, half in
shock, half in pure excitement. Max started, "I have no idea, but I like
it." He smiled nervously at Charles who looked back at his rival. Charles
placed his bottle on the side table and then turned back to Max, he took
the Dutch boy's bottle and placed it on the table next to his. Charles
returned to the bed and clambered on to the mattress placing a knee either
side of Max straddling him.  They kissed again firmly this time, Max's
hands found their way under Charles' shirt and caressed his back as they
kissed passionately. Charles' tongue glided across Max's lips before the
Dutch boy allowed Charles' tongue in, they could taste each other delicious
flavour, it was new and they both loved it. This embrace lasted longer than
the first one, Max pushed Charles towards him so that he could push his
tongue as far into the Monegasque's mouth as his cheeky tongue could
reach. Charles ground his arse into Max's lap teasing Max's hard cock
through his jeans, Charles' own cock was trying to bore a hole through his
own jeans. They broke their kiss again staring intensely into each other's
eyes, a couple of seconds passed and in unison broke into laughter.  "This
is insane isn't it?" Max began, "have you ever done anything like this
before?" Charles shook his head, "I've never had this feeling before, have
you?" "No" Max replied, "I kinda felt weird before when you were sad, like
something inside me was saying hug him, and when you touched my leg, it
felt very nice." Max smiled weakly, Charles couldn't stop looking into
Max's deep blue eyes, "Well when you were hugging me it felt very nice,
very comforting...I, errr, like you Max." Charles was trembling, Max pulled
the Monegasque in for another hug, "...I think I like you too Charles."
They sighed in unison, Charles stroked Max's brown hair while the Dutch
boy's hands stroked Charles' back.

Max lifted Charles up and swung the Monegasque boy dropping him on to the
bed, the Dutch boy climbed on to the bed moving between Charles' legs,
taking Charles' wrists Max held his arms above his head. Max dove in again
kissing Charles passionately, their tongues swirled around in each other's
mouths. This is incredible, Charles thought to himself, I've never felt
passion like this before!!! Max released Charles' hands but continued to
suck on Charles' face, Charles' hands instantly grasped the back of Max's
head. Max's hands wandered down Charles' sides and then back up inside his
shirt, Charles' skin felt smooth until he reached his nipples which were
lightly covered with hair. Charles flinched as Max's fingers circulated his
nipples, Max's crotch was now pressed up against Charles' hole, Charles
could feel Max through his jeans, WE NEED TO FUCK his head roared.

Charles squeezed Max's hips as they continued to kiss, the Dutch boy's slim
waist in his hands he encouraged Max to grind back and forth. This boy is
so hot, I can't believe we are doing this, I need to see more, Max's heart
was hammering with excitement. Max left Charles' nipples and his fingers
peeled at Charles' shirt lifting it towards his head, the Monegasque lifted
his head and arms allowing Max to pull the shirt over his head messing up
his thick dark brown hair. Charles pulled Max's polo shirt up over his head
and they surveyed each other again; Charles looked at Max's smooth pale
skin, his nipples were smooth and light brown on his pecs, his abs were
nicely toned and visible, his biceps noticeable but not overbearing the
Dutch boy looked magnificent. Max eyed Charles; his olive skin was smooth
except for his gorgeous treasure trail and a small patch of hair in between
his pecs, his abs were also toned a little less than Max's and his biceps
were also visibly above average, Max drank the sight in licking his lips.

Synchronised, they pulled down the flies of their jeans, slid their jeans
off and kicked them aside. Max wore white boxers, his 8-inch cock was
making an obvious impression on the fabric. Charles wore red boxers, Max
chuckled at the sight of them, "you really love to stay on brand" he
teased, Charles flashed him a scornful look. "What can I say, I love to
live the Ferrar lifei" he responded. Max stepped forward kissing Charles
again, his left hand rubbed against the red bump Charles was presenting,
Charles sighed through his nose at Max's touch and his own hand located
Max's throbbing bump. Fuck me he's huge he thought, Max pulled off Charles'
lips and sucked gently on his neck, "ooooft" Charles exhaled as the Dutch
boy's lips made their way down his body.

Max sank to his knees rolling his tongue down Charles' treasure trail
before kneeling face-to-face with Charles' hidden cock, he freed Charles'
boner with one motion. Charles' uncut 7-inch olive skinned cock pointed
invitingly at Max's face, Max surveyed it for a second, the neat bush which
covered the base looked perfect and Max revealed the thick head, light pink
and glistening with a drop of precum. Max carefully placed Charles' cock on
his tongue and slowly pushed it to the back of his mouth. "SHITTTT, this is
so hot as FUCKKKK" Charles exclaimed as Max's mouth swallowed him whole,
Charles' sensitive head twitching excitedly with each blow. Max gorged on
Charles' thick cock, his cock tastes so good and so thick he thought to
himself. Max touched himself through his boxers as he sucked the Monegasque
boy his slurps echoed around Charles' hotel room, Charles looked down on
the sight below him, he looks so cute with a cock in his mouth, a cheeky
smirk crept across Charles' face.

Max pulled off Charles' cock with a pop and looked up smiling, he stood up
and gave Charles another kiss, Charles could taste his cock on Max's
breath. Charles peeled Max's boxers down past his hips, attempting to sink
to his knees Max stopped him before he could, "Let's do that next time" he
grinned. Max turned Charles around to face the bed, "lay on your front" he
instructed, Charles complied presenting Max with the most incredible view
he had ever seen. Charles' smooth back and hairy legs were joined together
by his bubble butt; round, full and inviting, thank the heavens above Max
prayed, he mounted the bed behind Charles and spread his legs exposing his
hairy crack. Max clutched Charles' beautiful arse cheeks gently massaging
them open exposing the pink Monegasque hole, the Dutch boy spat on Charles'
hole and dove forward tongue first into Charles' tight opening.

Charles' smell was intoxicating; warm and sweaty, Max's nose rested on the
ridge of Charles' back while his tongue lubricated the tight pink
hole. Max's thick tongue ran up and down Charles' crevice before he forced
his tongue in again, "Yesssss" Charles moaned in front of the Dutch boy,
"you're incredible Max, I love your tongue." Max chuckled as he pulled his
tongue out of Charles' arse replacing it with his fingers and pressed,
"ooooooooffffft" Charles' voice went up an octave as Max's fingers began to
stretch his hole. Max's fingers slid in and out of the Monegasque boy's
hole, he moved his head above Charles' hole and dribbled more saliva on to
his fingers, slick with Max's spittle his fingers continued to work
Charles' hole down weakening his defence. Charles gasped as a third finger
pushed its way inside him, fuck me fuck me fuck me his mind was begging
Max, the Dutch slowly withdrew his fingers and straightened himself up.

"Spit on my hand" Max instructed and Charles obliged, Max spat on his hand
as well lubricating as much of his 8-inch prick as he could. He ran his
tongue along Charles' hole one more time before moving over him. Charles'
breathing became shallow in anticipation, "Are you ready?" Max breathed in
Charles' ear, the Monegasque nodded and braced himself. Max pressed
forward, Charles' hole slowly began to part as Max entered him, FUCKING
HELL, he's so warm and tight he feels incredible, Max thought, his cock
edged in slowly as Charles became more accomodating. He's going to tear me
in half! Charles was holding in a tear as it felt like Max was ripping his
hole to pieces behind him, Max's thick purple head pushed past Charles ring
and slowly sank deeper into him, Charles breathed through the pain, this
has to get good soon, he promised himself.

Max pulled back and gently forward again this time pushing further inside
Charles, Charles' tight hole squeezing Max's head the Dutch boy
grunted. Max pulled out slowly again to the head and gently opened Charles'
hole up again with his thick dick, Charles moaned in reply. As Max forced
himself deeper inside Charles firmly the boys moaned in harmony, their
bodies, their skin getting closer. Max was able to let go of his cock as it
guided itself in without his hands support, the Dutch boy planted a loving
kiss on the back of Charles' neck, "Be slow Max." He begged.

The long pale white muscular legs of Max forced his boner into Charles'
juicy arse again, his hole accepted more of Max's cock than ever
before. Max's little bush of pubes above his cock kissed Charles'
sun-kissed bum, his hands stroked Charles' hairy forearms as he pulled
himself out again and Max's pale bum forced his cock in again. Both boys
again moaned in harmony a mixture of pain and pleasure, Max's balls tapped
Charles as he glided out and in once again, the intense friction
stimulating the pair of them.

"How are you doing?" Max asked his lover, "I'm fine" Charles replied
between breaths, "You feel so good, are you going to cum inside me?"
Charles looked over his shoulder at Max whose eyes were firmly on Charles'
arse. "Definitely, it won't be long trust me." Max smiled as he looked up,
catching Charles' gaze. Max paused his thrusts for a moment and they
passionately kissed again, it gave them a moment's respite, Charles felt
comfortable and Max felt like he had given himself an extra 60 seconds
inside the Monegasque's tight hole.

Keeping his cock inside Charles, Max pulled them both up to their knees,
Charles placed his hands on the bed. Max's hands gripped Charles' side and
he slid his cock back again, this time he thrust into the Monegasque boy
hard, "ahhhh" Charles gasped smiling to himself as Max tickled his G-spot,
Max thrust again hard against the Monegasque boy's bum cheeks. The echoes
vibrated around the room as Max buried himself in Charles again, "keep
going" Charles smiled, Max's ears rang with joy. Max pounded Charles deeper
the tighter friction of Charles' rectum pleasured his thick purple head,
his hairy Dutch balls released his hot milk, "fuckkkkkk!!!!" Max's hips
buckled as he flooded Charles' tight hole, "I can feel it!" Charles
exclaimed as he could feel Max's warm jizz filling him up. Max pumped again
and then collapsed on to Charles with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

The pair continued to breath deeply, Max built up his strength and slowly
pulled his softening cock out of Charles then collapsed face down on the
bed. "Did you cum yet?" Max asked, "Not yet." Charles replied, "Ok, cum in
my mouth" Max smiled rolling on to his back. Charles didn't need asking
twice, he was so hard, he took his cock in his right hand jerking while
positioning himself over Max's chest. Max watched Charles drinking in his
beautiful olive skin, the Monegasque boy threw his head back as he began
his final approach, Max stroked Charles muscular hairy thighs the skin
contact aiding the stimulation. Charles looked down at the beautiful boy
below him as he stroked himself, Max's toned pecs, his pink nipples, his
hairless neck, his beautiful lips, his deep blue eyes. "I'm cumming"
Charles gasped, Max opened his mouth willingly as thick pearls of
Monegasque cum hurtled towards his face hitting him on the lips, the cheek
and on the tongue, "ughhhh" Charles finished releasing his cock as Max
swallowed Charles' thick cum.

Max stared up at Charles, again another tense stare between the two of
them, Charles smiled looking down at the messy Dutch boy. Charles brought
himself down and kissed Max passionately, he could taste his own
jizz. Charles rolled on to his back whilst keeping their lips locked for a
few seconds longer and then they broke. They lay their breathing gently
taking in what had just happened, "well I've never done that before. Max
grinned, "me either" Charles agreed "but I've never enjoyed anything like
that before, I don't think I will ever forget tonight Max." They stared
into each others eyes smiling, "So I think we should do that again French
boy" Max teased "I guess when you win a race I will let you be the top."
Charles scowled at Max, punching him playfully in the pec. "Or, maybe you
could stay the night?" Charles whispered, Max paused YESSSSSS he did a
backflip on the inside, "I'd love to!" Max grinned, he pulled Charles in,
the Monegasque boy slipped his legs between Max's and rested his head on
the Dutch boy's shoulder, naked they drifted off to sleep in each other's
loving arms.

END

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